Kaleeth finally stopped, stumbling over herself and continuing to sob. Janius knelt down beside her and placed his hand on her back. "Kaleeth, it's going be okay, I promise. It can be overwhelming at first, but remember what I said, it's not something that has to rule you." Janius tried to comfort her, but Kaleeth didn't seem to react. By her body language, she might be close to transforming. Her final words took the comprehension from Janius' voice. "... what?" He whispered.

Suddenly, Kaleeth's back began to warp and change form before Janius' eyes, startling him. He got up and stepped back to give her space to transform, but what she turned into was not something that Janius recognised. "No. Surely not..." Janius said under his breath.

No wonder he didn't recognise the smell as a werewolf. This could only be one thing. A werecrocodile. Janius had only heard about such creatures in passing. He looked up at its face with astonishment, and a little fear. He did not know how to handle this. He couldn't read that face. He could only hear it growl.

"Kaleeth, I know that's still you," Janius said, keeping eye contact with the beast but rapidly unclasping his armour and his belt. He didn't want to have to transform to subdue her, but he was prepared to. "I know it may seem like you are a slave to your beast spirit, but it is simply an animal. A creature of instinct bound to you. It will only hurt people if it is desperate or scared, and it will pick up on your own fear. I need you to listen to me: Everything will be alright. I promise."